Imbalance

Imbalance Was it worth it I say to you my Lord? The agony and the despair in a group. Right and wrong define a mega-loop. Some are enthralled others are bored. Some balanced to strike a right chord. You give you take with one big whoop. I see and I blend like a homemade soup. I adjust and readjust daily with a sword. Sometimes I just want to run away, But where would I go, you’d follow. I scream kick and shout just to stay. But then you’ll get way too hollow. So I am damned if I do and damned if I do not. So I tip my hat to imbalance and cast you a lot. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2008